so i have 25 messages to reply to but i’m actually really scared of hitting post limit since that’s why i hit post limit yesterday so if I don’t get to your message until like…10 or 11 tonight that’s why. love me anyways lmao
The Fool: When has your character been excited to
start a new journey? The Magician: How does your character unleash
their creativity or resourcefulness? The High Priestess: When has trusting their
instincts paid off for your character? The Empress: Who has been a positive female figure
in your character’s life? The Emperor: Who has been a positive male figure
in your character’s life? The Hierophant: Who has served as a mentor to your
character? The Lovers: Which of your character’s
relationships has been the most positive? (Romantic or otherwise) The Chariot: What goal is your character
determined to reach? Strength: On what issue is your character
persistent? The Hermit: Write about a time your character did
some soul searching. What did they find? The Wheel of Fortune: What are your character’s
proudest successes? Justice: When has your character felt satisfied
with the conclusion to a major dispute or concern? The Hanged Man: When has your character needed to
step back and look at things from a different perspective? Death: When has your character had to let go of
something in their life? Temperance: How does your character balance their
life? The Devil: Does your character ever neglect their
wild side? The Tower: When has your character lost an ideal
or relationship? The Star: When has your character been most
hopeful? The Moon: When has your character’s path been
unclear? The Sun: When does your character sit back and
enjoy themselves? Judgment: Has your character ever been given a
second chance? The World: When has one of your character’s dreams
Bonus: Major Arcana in Reverse!
The Fool in Reverse: When has your character acted
recklessly? The Magician in Reverse: When was your character
manipulated? The High Priestess in Reverse: When has your
character felt betrayed emotionally? The Empress in Reverse: When has your character
felt dependent on another? The Emperor in Reverse: When is your character
inflexible or stubborn? The Hierophant in Reverse: When has your
character’s personal beliefs been challenged? The Lovers in Reverse: When has your character experienced
heartbreak? The Chariot in Reverse: When has your character’s
pride or arrogance been their downfall? Strength in Reverse: What are your character’s
doubts or insecurities? The Hermit in Reverse: When has your character
felt the most alone? The Wheel of Fortune in Reverse: When has your
character felt their life was no longer under their control? Justice in Reverse: When has your character been
treated unfairly or cruelly? The Hanged Man in Reverse: When has your character
tried to avoid making a major decision? Death in Reverse: When has your character tried to
fight change? Temperance in Reverse: When has your character
felt overwhelmed? The Devil in Reverse: When has your character
suffered from refusing to break off an unhealthy relationship? The Tower in Reverse: When has your character’s
actions led to disaster? The Star in Reverse: When has your character lost
faith? The Moon in Reverse: When does your character
mistrust their feelings or intuition? The Sun in Reverse: When does your character’s
goal seem just out of reach? Judgment in Reverse: When has your character found
it difficult to forgive themselves? The World in Reverse: What is your character
I don’t usually make Pissed/Rant posts, but this infuriates me.
As many of you people know, I do conventions on top of youtube for a living. A really really good friend of mine does conventions and commission work for her living and has been doing this as a full paid living for years. (I am not going to say her name, she asked me to keep her anonymous so I will respect her request.) She does more conventions in a year, let alone several years, than I couldn’t ever fathom so her experience with conventions including El Paso Comic Con, is very broad.
I don’t usually make posts like this or anything concerning drama, but I want this to be known out there and have there be an awareness of this issue, cuz what happened today at El Paso Comicon is wrong, and I just wish I was there to do something about it.
The reason why I bring this up, is because today she faced a huge ordeal at El Paso Comic Con, and this is what I came to hear about today on her facebook, and over the phone.
My friend’s words:
“I don’t even know how to put into words what just happened to me. I am still physically shaking. Today at El Paso Comic con I tried to bring in a pasta because I was hungry and hadn’t eaten since yesterday. I was told by staff I couldn’t bring it in so I asked to bring it in anyway because I am vegetarian and can’t eat hotdogs and chicken salads. They brought over their main supervisors and the head lady began to harshly try to put power over me saying “cons don’t allow food you can’t” she tried to discredit me by asking how many cons I do and how many let food in. I began to explain again to the other person about how I cannot eat certain foods and as the conversation continued I began to feel an anxiety attack coming on and tears were already happening. THEN THIS LADY TAKES OUT HER CAMERA TO FILM ME HAVING AN ANXIETY ATTACK. I ask her to please stop filming me. She put her phone away but surely she still recorded the rest of my conversation without my consent. The head of the con allows me my food in but at this point I am so anxious I can’t eat. THEN I bring my food to my friend to give hers to her and explain what happened. THIS WOMAN FOLLOWS ME TO THE TABLE to “call me out” on lying about being the only one at my table. (I am in full panic attack mode and very upset and not ok) I explain (while still crying) that this is not my booth and I am giving her her food and telling her what happened. (she is the only one at her booth just like she told her, but this woman falsely accused her simply to destroy her.) She then tells me that I have to pack up my stuff and leave the convention. I tell her that I paid for my spot and am staying. (Not just as attendant but an exhibitor with paper work, paying for her spot) She begins to scream at me to “take a chill pill” and go back to my table. Once I’m at my table I am in such a bad shape a friend of mine HAD TO GET A MEDIC. This panic attack lasted OVER AN HOUR and I am STILL shaking.
I am utterly humiliated and heartbroken. I loved this convention but I will not be coming back now. I have not had such a terrible attack in almost a YEAR.
This is something I am scared to post on Facebook but I know it’s important to let people know what’s going on. When my service animal can’t even help me because I have nearly stopped breathing, you know there’s a problem.”
It’s not like me to make posts about this, the only other time I have is when the issue with UltimaAlmighty happened and even then I still don’t even think he deserved the ending he got despite me telling my share of the story. but this?.., is not ok.
I want to contact the head manager or either the convention center, or of el Paso Comic Con and report this issue about the supervisor handling a situation that should have been dealt with care, and communication, not a power trip and following her with ill intent only to make hasty accusations that she is innocent of,- so far as to induce her with the worst anxiety attack where she literally couldn’t breath. (and her service animal for emotional support rendered useless). However, my problem here is that I don’t know how to contact the head of El Paso Comic Con. Does anyone know how? My friend was wronged, and I want the head to know about what their supervisor did.
Warnings: Sam is a cute drunk, fluff? I don’t know guys this is such a random piece.
Prompt: “We are not going to steal someone’s dog.”
Requested by: anonymous - u should do prompt 69 w/ sam or 60 w/ dean ! i don’t mind which, u can choose. <3
Author’s Note: Thank you so much for requesting nonny! tbh i might write the dean one too but this one really jumped at me first! I’m not tagging anyone as I am going to revamp my tag lists, so keep an eye out for that too!
feedback is very highly appreciated!
When your phone
buzzed at 3am, you ignored it, assuming it was some sort of promotional scam
email. But then it buzzed again, and again, causing an anxious feeling to flood
into your veins. Getting messages from anybody this early in the morning was
never a good thing. It usually meant someone was in danger, or worse…
covers off, you scrambled around in your bed, reaching through the darkness to
find your cell. Heart caught in your throat, you flinched when it buzzed in
your hands, sending a shiver down your spine. The screen blinded you as it lit
up the room, illuminating it with a light blue glow. There were six new
messages from your boyfriend Sam, and just from seeing the little preview, you
could tell this night was going to get a whole lot more interesting.
“Can you do a tom holland x reader where toms really sad and stuff bc he hasnt seen his gf in a long time but he doesn’t know she’s flying out to see him bc she missed him too?? And she brings tess and it’s just a cute ass family reunion between the three :)”
GOOD LORD, I’M SO FUCKING SCARED TO POST THIS BECAUSE I KNOW IT’S SHIT. I AM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME I STILL HOPE YOU LIKE IT! REQUESTS ARE CLOSED FOR NOW! SORRY!
One hundred and sixty-eight hours.
How Tom had managed that long without you was a mystery to him. Never had he ever dreamed to be away from you this long, or at all really but it was part of the job. He had to do what he had to do. He all but begged you to come with him and Harrison to Montreal but you couldn’t just leave your job indefinitely. He fully accepted and respected your decision, but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss you like all hell.
Week one of filming for ‘Chaos Walking’ had just wrapped, and he was so fucking exhausted. This was by far the hardest film he has ever shot, next to ‘The Impossible’. Tom was tired and all he wanted wanted was to curl up on the couch with you, watching Friends reruns on the telly.
He was lying in his bed after a particularly trying day of filming, you already had your nightly FaceTime session earlier but he still couldn’t sleep. He missed having you to curl up next to,.He turned over to his side and clicked open his phone, looks like he was going to have to spend some time on Instagram until he passed out from exhaustion.
It wasn’t a good enough distraction though. You were still ever present in his thoughts. Tom typed out a single text to you,
I miss you so so much, Y/N. I love you.
A succession of beeps coming from his phone diverted his attention. Tom raised the phone to his face to see your sleepy one staring back at him. Tears immediately began to flood his vision, he mentally cursed himself for losing his composure so quickly.
“Hi, my darling girl.” he rasped out. His eyes took the sight of you in through his phone screen, he cherished every detail.
You tried to stifle a yawn as you waved at him. “Hey, Tom. Is everything okay? Your text woke me up, I just wanted to see you and check in.” you said though you could barely keep your eyes open
Tom chuckled at how you were widening your eyes in an attempt to keep them focused on him. “Y-Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. I just miss you.. Miss you a lot, Y/N.” In a matter of seconds, he broke down completely.
“God.. God, Y/N. I miss you, I miss you so much.” he cried
The sound of Tom crying completely woke you up as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice cold water all over you. Clamoring alarm bells were going off inside your head while you watched Tom’s face twist in pain, he was moving to sit up, like if he stayed down any longer he would drown in his own tears.
“Tom..” you weakly trailed off. You hoped and prayed that the right words would come to you.
“Tom, I love you. I love you so much.” was all you managed to say as you began to choke up as well
You didn’t notice Tessa climb into bed next to you. Next thing you knew, she was licking away your tears.
“Tess! Tom, look who’s come to see you.” Focusing your camera on the both of you, you watched with a heavy heart as Tom held back more tears. Tessa began to whine as well.
“Oh, my beautiful girls. I miss you both so much. I’m sorry I woke you, love. I’m just having such a rough time without you.”
“I know. I miss you too, Tom. You know you can call me any time.”
You two continued to talk into the night (morning for you), he told you all about the set and the cast while you told him about your days at work. Most of the things you told each other, you already knew. You didn’t think this was your first time speaking in a week, did you? Hell no. The time you two spent apart were filled in with calls and texts, FaceTime was like a staple for your relationship.
When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was Tom’s sleeping face, or at least the upper half of it. You two must’ve fallen asleep at some point, which was good, Tom was always telling you how tired he was. A groan left your lips as you stretched, it was almost time for you to get ready for work.
“I’ve got to go now, Tom.” you whispered, watching him stir as he slept. “I’ll text as I always do. I love you.”
“Mmm. I love you so much, Y/N.” he mumbled sleepily in reply
His groggy deep voice made you swoon all the way from across the pond. Very very reluctantly, you ended FaceTime and got up to start your day.
It was the middle of Tom’s second week in Montreal, he felt as if he’s already been there for months. Each and everyday he’d return to their temporary home, body aching, his reprieves being your texts and calls, FaceTime, Harrison making him food, and sleep. That being said, when you missed your regular FaceTime session before Tom went to bed, it worried him. He rang you close to about thirty times with no answer.
He tried to be understanding about it. Tom knew that sooner or later your current situation would begin to take its toll on the both of you so instead of trying you again, he just sent you a text saying that you must’ve fallen asleep but it was alright, he was just going to bed, and he loved you.
Though he said he was going to bed, the lack of seeing your face and hearing your voice made it close to impossible for him to get settled. He tossed and turned the entire night, well into the wee hours of the morning.
“Oh, fuck this.” he grumbled, flinging the blankets off his tired body. It was pointless, Harrison was set to wake him up in a few minutes anyway. Fuck sleep.
He blindly made his way through his dark room, stubbing his toe on the doorframe in the process. Tom let out a hearty string of curses that would make a sailor blush, and exited his room. Harrison wasn’t up yet so he just sat on the couch, checking his phone to see if you had finally replied.
Was he seeing things? Maybe it was just the lack of sleep that was making his eyes play tricks on him. He brought both hands up to his eyes palmed them gently, God he was so fucking tired. Although it soothed him a great deal, it still didn’t change the fact that you hadn’t replied to him, or texted or called. At all.
“You’re up early.”
The sound of Harrison’s voice did nothing to distract Tom from his worried thoughts about you, he bit on his thumbnail as he stared ahead.
“Tom?” Harrison walked over to his best friend and put a hand on his shoulder. The sudden contact shocked Tom, he looked at Harrison, confused.
“Oh, hey. I didn’t see you come in.” he said distractedly, shifting in his seat. Tom continued to bite on his nail, staring ahead.
“What’s the matter?” Harrison asked, heading back to kitchen area to cook breakfast
“Y/N hasn’t been answering my texts. She missed FaceTime last night.” he stated, rubbing his tired eyes
Harrison frowned, he thought it was rather odd, that wasn’t something you usually did. He kept that thought to himself though, he knew he shouldn’t stress Tom out before an even more stressful day.
“Well, I’m sure she has a good reason. When has Y/N ever let you down?”
“Right. You’re right.” Tom nodded firmly, trying to grasp at any reassurance he could get
You were fine, you were safe, and you surely had a good reason for not responding to his attempts to contact you.
“Yeah. Yeah, everything’s fine.” he kept nodding to himself. It was unsettling.
“Yes, I’m sure they are. Now would you stop nodding? You’re freaking me out a bit here.” Harrison teased, hoping Tom’s mood would improve
After breakfast and a shower, they both went out to set. Through the course of his day, in between takes, Tom couldn’t stop himself from obsessively checking his phone to see if you resurfaced from whatever hole it is you’ve crawled into. He became more and more agitated every time he saw your conversation the same as it was.
But being a consummate professional, Tom never let his agitation show up while he was doing a scene. That was a good thing for him professionally, but emotionally? Tom was just about ready to explode. It was a good thing they wrapped early that day.
“I’m going to the fucking airport.” he said, slamming the car door and driving off like a madman
“WHAT?!” Harrison exclaimed from next to him, holding onto the handles for dear life
“I’m going to pack, then the fucking airport, then I’m going the fuck home to Y/N. Something is wrong, I fucking know it.” Tom fumed, his vision had been painted a venomous red
The duo somehow managed to get back home in one piece, Tom immediately got out of the car and slammed the door shut behind him. He didn’t even bother to wait for Harrison as he trudged up to their front door.
He all but hurled it open and went inside. Nothing but silence greeted him, it wasn’t like he was expecting something else though. But maybe he should have.
He took a step forward and felt something underneath his shoe, he looked down to see one of his trainers. How in the hell did that get there? Tom tried to think of every plausible explanation. His eyes widened in realisation. Tom ran outside, smacking into Harrison in the process.
“Jesus Christ!” Harrison exclaimed as he fell to the ground, Tom on top of him
Tom pushed off of his best friend and grabbed hold of his shoulders. “Harrison. Harrison, there is an animal in the fucking house.” he hissed
“No.. No, you’re shitting me.” Harrison shook his head, dread beginning to invade his senses. His sky blue eyes darted from Tom’s frazzled face to the open door.
“I am not. I found one of my trainers by the door, I didn’t leave it there, I swear to you.”
Tom dropped his hands from Harrison’s shoulders and ran them through his cropped hair. “We’ve got to go inside and check it out.”
“Those are the exact words of everyone who’s ever died in a horror film, Tom.”
“Well this isn’t a film, buddy. It’s real life.” Tom grabbed a nearby stick off of the ground and flipped it around. Taking a deep breath, he stalked confidently to the house
“Yeah, and a fucking stick is going to fend of a bear.” Harrison muttered under his breath, staying close behind Tom
The wannabe Hardy Boys made their way through the quiet house, they checked the kitchen, the living room, and their backyard. Nothing was there. They thought they were in the clear, until they heard something scratching on the other side of Tom’s bedroom door.
“Alright, it’s been a nice run, mate. We’ve had fun and everything, done amazing things, seen amazing places.” Harrison told him as the scratching began to intensify, the door started to rattle against its hinges
By its own volition, the door swung open and Tom closed his eyes and braced himself for impact. The intruder lunged at him, tackled him to the ground and.. Licked his face?
Harrison let out a surprised laugh. Tom took it as his cue to open his eyes. Standing on his chest, was Tessa.
“Oh my God! Tess?!” Tom exclaimed once he realised who it was. He scooped her up in his arms and gave her a big hug
“God damn I wish I’d caught that on camera.” Harrison remarked
Tom sat up, Tessa still in his arms, he felt warm hands cover his eyes a second later. The way his heart beat faster gave it away.
“Surprise!” you yelled right next to his ear
He winced at the volume but at the same time, he felt so relieved to hear the sound of your voice. Tom let Tessa go and engulfed you in his arms. The familiar scent of your perfume invaded his senses, he breathed you in until he swore the room was spinning.
Tom pulled away to press his lips against yours, his eyes were shut tightly. Afraid that if he opened them once again, you would be gone.
“I’m not going anywhere, Tom.” you whispered, like you’d read his mind. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him again.
“I can’t believe you called me thirty-six times. I didn’t know you were a stage five clinger.” you said into the crook of his neck
Your boyfriend smiled, you couldn’t see the playful glint in his eye.
“Oh, I’ll show you a stage five clinger, darling.”
He flipped you over to the floor and latched onto you like a koala. Tom squeezed you until you could feel the air slowly leaving your lungs. You tried to laugh but Tom’s weight on you made it difficult, you hit him repeatedly. “TOM!! GET!! OFF!!”
“Tess! Get in here!” he called to Tessa, who was watching you, head tilted. But at Tom’s command, she came bounding over to you, yipping excitedly
Harrison stood by the doorway, snapping a picture of the two of you on the floor, Tom wrapped around you as you lay trapped under him, and Tessa with her tail wagging in the air. He posted it on his Instagram with the caption, “Family Reunion”
sarasampaio: I was reluctant even scared about posting this but now more than ever is important to speak out!
As models and as women, we need to stand together and demand the respect we deserve.
Keep ➡️➡️ #MyJobShouldNotIncludeAbuse
I was definitely scared to start posting regularly in the ks fandom since I knew there were lots of antis but it still hurt to get my first hate messages. I like killing stalking because of it’s beautiful art and amazing suspense and storytelling—and it’s okay for me and everyone else to like it too. We’re not freaks or evil. It’s okay for us to like it and to make jokes and art about it.
my dad is aboriginal and so is his side of the family in many parts of australia there are ‘mens only’ and ‘womens only’ areas where they do rituals and dance and bond. these energies are still here and very vivid today
i felt them on fraser island. that is an aboriginal island. my teacher who was a male said once he stepped into the womens only area and lost his glasses then his phone
what i want to say is i am sick of the shit on this website for using the term masculine, feminine, he or she whatever
stop shitting on these cultures that knew and know more than we ever could or will, these energies are rich and profound for them in unique ways, they are not archaic or oppressive, transphobic or transmisogynstic or misogynistic or misandrist or woman haters or i dont even know, they were very intimate with the source which is truth and love.
modern day society has poisoned these divine energies with gender norms or expectations or whatever else, and then we begin to associate these words or terms with the spiritual aspect of it (which basically from the start tells us that in divinity we are the expression of both masculine and feminine and that is divinity) and it becomes even more poisoned and now the whole thing is so murky and everyone is upset. astrology is nature, and nature knows harmony, nature does not judge. words can certainly have energy. and we put this energy behind them. nature doesn’t. why i am i too scared to even post on my own blog that is basically about symbolism that has been used for centuries and ultimately recognises us as being an expression of both energies (everyone has venus/mars in chart for example) not reflecting physical form at all
So this is the video I was scared to post! I did a flute cover of Lugia’s Theme Song which played in the movie. It’s a very short video but I really hope you guys like it! Looking forward to making more!
(that’s me sitting on the edge!)
Please do let me know what you think! Would love to have your thoughts!